We all graduated from the same high school. Where, Ramchandra was a typical town boy - having good taste in writing and public speaking. He was the most celebrated student in our batch as well. Everybody used to know him - from teachers - to librarians. His name was tagged with the school. The entire school family was proud of him. He was never disrespected or devalued throughout our whole schooling years.

He was like a goldsmith whose presence used to make something nonetheless than a golden ring. Everything he touches used to
be fruitful. But still, in person, he never seemed joyful or fond of all those successes and recognition.

Nobody had an idea about his emotions, love and raging frustration of not being able to confess. He was sobbing inside, battling with pure one-sided love - whose proof nobody asked, and nobody was ready to give him that authority as well.

A couple of years later from the month of farewell I visited him, again. He was still that same Ramchandra full of aroma, and charisma and his love for writing has grown even bigger. But to my surprise, he showed me a tattered diary - half of the paper was lost, and some were scratched, but one broken piece of paper had something heartbreaking-broken letter.

Dear Tara...
I don't know why... Suddenly everything is falling apart. It could be my own mistake that the way I love you is the way no one loves 😭... And I'm not sure if I still love you 'cos I am a man, not an Angel... If you felt the way I felt once in your life but even it's no significance to tell me now. 'Cos I am moving on but my heart ❤️ ... Still feels your breath. I know. You don't have to love me back but please... don't go silent. I am a man, not an angel. I might be selfish now but when I saw you, it was different but now more-more distant than it was... But I am sorry... For that, I am carrying so much feeling for you but it's true... it's not so fresh feeling but... It started so long-long years ago... From the day I saw you, the first time in high school... But you don't have to like me back 'cos I am a man, not an Angel.


Sorry if I hurt you. But I am free now. That I told you what I had for you. I am moving, and I wanna move on. It's my pride... I hope you don't mind. Forgive me if I break your pride. But honestly, you're special to me ... No matter how far you go... I will always be by your side.. even on your wedding day, I will still see you the way I saw you the first time I met you in High School... 'Cos I am a man, not an Angel...

- your Ramchandra.

© Luca R.